Orion jerked at Megatron's words, blue optics flaring. His spike thrust deeply; his field pulsed with strength, wrapping around the larger mech's to suffuse it with his own arousal and want. He bit down harder than he meant to, licking the line in shaky apology before growling in Megatron's audial.
"...Ngnh. Next time."
It wasn't a objection in the slightest. But it was a command, whether he intended it to be or not.
Hands curling as far in to Megatron's armor gaps as he could, Orion pressed down against the gladiator, stance shifting that slightest bit, field hedging toward enveloping dominance without conscious thought.
Hips rocking, Orion dragged his spike against the upper walls of Megatron's valve, striking deep with each thrust.
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Date: 2014-01-12 08:14 pm (UTC)"...Ngnh. Next time."
It wasn't a objection in the slightest. But it was a command, whether he intended it to be or not.
Hands curling as far in to Megatron's armor gaps as he could, Orion pressed down against the gladiator, stance shifting that slightest bit, field hedging toward enveloping dominance without conscious thought.
Hips rocking, Orion dragged his spike against the upper walls of Megatron's valve, striking deep with each thrust.